Ah, wouldn't a nap be nice right now? It would be a shame if there was a hurricane in wolf form storming across the island right now.

Upon learning that someone took her from her family, rather than her family abandoning her, or at least that might be a potential, Selenite's been in a worse mood than usual. She's been straining her memory to remember any notable features, but it's been so long and the memories are so blurry. And they could be false at this point. But is there a possibility that Obsidian is out there looking for her? And Selenite's here, not moving at all, because she can't decide if wandering is better or if she'd miss Sid if she moved.

Huffing, she storms through the garden, her bad mood swirling around her. "Hey. You." She can't remember if Pasithea was one of Syrena's or one of the new crowd. And she knows she doesn't have the sway here that she did back at Cirein. But that doesn't stop her. "If you were looking for someone, what would you do?"

The damage Selenite left behind isn't that bad. More the result of carelessness than malicious intent, and surely Selenite could do the latter. She sits back and glares daggers at a spot of nothing to the left of Pasithea. "But I can't call her." She groans. "And if I leave, she might show up after I do. Ugh. This is the worst. I'm never going to find any of them." Might as well not try. She's stuck, and there's no solution that's going to make her happy.

"Why did you get taken here, anyway? Did you deserve it?" Her eyes turn to Pasithea now, examining her carefully.

Selenite's head buzzes. She could just leave a description, but then there's no reason she'd ever find Obsidian. Or that Obsidian would find her way here. It's wrong. It's disgusting. She dismisses the idea outright. It's not like she can remember Obsidian properly, anyway, and that's the scary part. Black fur, a deep voice, standing tall over everyone-- but everything else about her sister is fading from memory, and it's horrifying.

How tenuous everything feels.

"No one I've spoken to has deserved it," she spits, angry not so much as Pasithea and more at the world. "So it doesn't explain why we're all here." She paces back and forth, groaning. "It's just stupid. That I'm here and they're not." Her ears swish back and then she freezes, staring at Pasithea. "Wait, what do you mean you lived in the clouds?"